The man in black looked at the shocked Bo Yanchen and chuckled twice, then suddenly dashed into the hotel.
Zhou Ying reacted quickly and immediately gave chase, but Bo Yanchen suddenly spoke, "Let him go!"
Zhou Ying quickly stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at Bo Yanchen.
Zhou Sheng, agitated, asked, "Brother Chen, are we not chasing him?"
Bo Yanchen frowned deeply, his face grim as he watched the direction in which the man in black had left, then turned and got into the car.
Zhou Ying and Zhou Sheng also got back into the car, one in the driver's seat and the other in the passenger seat.
Zhou Sheng, always talkative, couldn't help but ask,
"What's wrong, Brother Chen? Why aren't we chasing him? And I saw you were agitated earlier; what did he say? Also, did you recognize who he is?"
Zhou Sheng threw a bunch of questions, only to be answered by the crisp sound of a lighter.
Bo Yanchen lit a cigarette and smoked silently with his brows still tightly furrowed.
